|The Mothership |
Aw hey, it's Hooper_X, how you been?
Get them nuts.
|infinite zest |
Shit this happened to me when Madison got tear gassed. I was leaving work to go back to my girlfriend's house, which was about a block away but in the middle of the militarized zone. They asked for my ID which was like 3 addresses ago and just shot a grenade at the ground when I started to walk. I don't wear underpants and after I was able to get her to come out so I could be escorted upstairs the pain set in. Not the worst pain of my life, but oh my nuts.
That settles it. We shoukd all die in a nuclear fire.
It was a fucked up situation. I hate to compare it to current events because the action that sparked it was not something that could be considered racially charged: basically a couple of drunk guys couldn't see the tits that they were ostensibly promised. A stone was thrown and that was that. The swats didn't really know what they were doing that year. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, which was work. Other places got off post-bar time but we closed at 1AM so I probably should've stayed in the store but I wanted to see if she was OK. The third year people were coming from all over the place because magazines like Sports Illustrated and Rolling Stone said it was a fun place to break things and get all fucked up. Call mom and dad from your cell for the night if we throw you in the drunktank. The militarization was unlike anything I've seen outside of youtube videos, and since it just a bunch of "drunk college kids" it didn't get media attention. Basically just cops being assholes because they could.
I didn't wear underpants until I walked past an elementary school with my fly unzipped (accidentally) and felt the pangs of terror overtake me.
yeah scrimmjob. My freshman year I went in costume mostly because I didn't really have any friends yet. Someone pulled a fire alarm at the taco bell, I smoked some weed and made out with a lesbian. That's about all I remember. It'd been going since the 70s and from what I've heard, they used to roll burning tractor tires down the street and burn mattresses.. a lot of it had to do with burning stuff. Cops were called but it was always pretty peaceful. Next year I got a job on the street in question and shit hit the fan. I wish I could find it but the local news interviewed me the day after because I had to be at work at 7 in the morning. It looked like something out of McCarthy's the Road, but all I could think about was my girlfriend's gerbils. We put towels up and everything but the gas was still seeping through. So that's what I talked about. I got shit for months because of that.
These new DMX videos are just confusing.
America's Funniest Police Brutality!
YES, I've been waiting to see this one since I heard about it at Poecon I.
("ow my balls" tag?)
1: This is raw footage from the TV station where I used to work. This tape was brought out at least twice a year to show it to new hires.
2: Like five years ago I swore I'd put this video on POETV one day. That day is now.
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